Murphy could finally get rid of the urn that had been sitting in his office.
For the lord, this was a good thing. Even though he was a Midnight vampire, an evil creature in the eyes of others, a dark being born under the cover of night, using an urn of ashes as a decoration in the place where he lived and worked was still a little too "avant-garde."
As he handed the urn containing Mr. X's ashes to Turner, he made a point of reminding him:
"This has been purified. You know what happened to him—purifying flames from the Avalon Church burned away part of his mass. It was necessary. I hope the Frost Dwarves won't mind."
"But what remains is more than enough to lay Lord Latier to rest."
The Winter Wolf monk didn't quibble over the details.
He held the urn in both hands, cradling it with great respect. The moment it touched his hands, the Winter Wolf faithful sensed another presence clinging to it.
It was as vast as the North Wind God's gaze, and carried a weight impossible to ignore.
He immediately understood what Murphy had meant when he said that the gaze of "three gods" was fixed on Crimson Castle.
This vampire governor hadn't been lying. He even had the nerve to keep an object watched over by Gaia, the Mother of the Earth, in his own office. But you're a vampire, man!
Weren't you afraid Gaia might wake up in a bad mood one day and hit you or your city with a continental shelf rupture or a ninth-ring earthquake spell?
Murphy noticed Turner's strange look.
The vampire could practically read the man's thoughts without even using his desire-sensing abilities. He didn't bother explaining, and simply waved a hand.
"Now that you've joined